This idea of “enough” has got me all riled up. I keep thinking about it. What I have enough of and what I don’t have enough of. You know the drill.
So yesterday, as I drove to jury duty and thought of all the things I needed to get done, and what could I get done in there, and how was I going to plan for the substitute and get to the 3 hour meeting I had last night and grab something to eat or maybe a coffee would help my headache since I seem to have a mild case of the flu, and when would I be able to help with my daughter’s science project that is due today and I didn’t manage to get in any yoga or meditation and I need to get cash for the babysitter….I decided to FLIP THIS BITCH. (Forgive my language, but really, this concept of time and the lack thereof is just that for me – a bitch!)
Just flip it up! What if I have been going about this completely the wrong way.
I am sure you are familiar with the idea that we attract what we believe. If everyday I am telling myself there is not enough time for me to get everything done then, theoretically, I am creating that reality. Not only that, but by stressing about a perceived lack of time then I am choosing to live in a state of stress – rather than grace. Right?
So I began to tell myself, there is enough time. There IS enough time. There IS enough time.
When I finally got out of jury duty, half an hour after the meeting had already started, and got on the freeway realizing I was heading in the bad direction for traffic I told myself, “There is enough time, there is enough time” and lo and behold – it kinda worked.
I managed to get to the meeting in one piece – even after stopping at the school to leave some stuff our for my sub (since I’ll be back at jury duty later this morning) and pick up something I needed for the meeting.
There is enough time.
I got home, was able to help with the project [there is enough time] and read a book to the son [there is enough time] before passing into a deep, sound and still sleep [there is enough time].
And this morning, as the time suck swirl began to gain momentum in my head. Stop. Write the post.
There is enough time.